A Stranger passed by, Author Unknown
I ran into a stranger
as he passed by.
"Oh, excuse me
please" was my reply.
He said,
"Please, excuse me too,
Wasn't even watching
for you."
We were very polite,
this stranger and I.
We went on our way
and we said good-bye.
But at home a
different story is told,
How we treat our
loved ones, young and old.
Later that day,
cooking the evening meal,
My daughter stood
beside me very still.
When I turned, I
nearly knocked her down.
"Move out of the
way," I said with a frown.
She walked away, her
little heart broken
at how harshly I had
spoken.
While I lay awake in
bed,
God's still small
voice came to me and said,
"While dealing
with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you
love, you seem to abuse.
Look on the kitchen
floor,
You'll find some
flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers
she brought for you.
She picked them
herself, pink, yellow and blue.
She stood quietly not
to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the
tears in her eyes.
"By this time, I
felt very small,
and now my tears
began to fall.
I quietly went and
knelt by her bed;
"Wake up, little
girl, wake up," I said.
"Are these the
flowers you picked for me?"
She smiled, "I
found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em, because
they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like'em,
especially the blue.
I said,
"Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have
yelled at you that way."
She said, "Oh,
Mom, that's okay.
I love you
anyway."
I said,
"Daughter, I love you too,
And I do like the
flowers, especially the blue."
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